By Sheila Mumbo
Sometimes,
My mouth is full to the brim,
Full with piercing words,
But I choose to say nothing,
I choose silence,
But sometimes,
I regret not saying a word
Or cussing you out so loud,
Loud that I lose my breathe,
But,
The words I keep hidden,
Flow like wind in my mind,
Reminding me of what I should have,
Creating the what if scenarios,
I dream about the unsaid words
Slowly as they turn to nightmares,
Haunting me with a deep pain,
I start to feel nothing,
Numbness,
Empty,
Nothing,
But I still want you.
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